#cause i’d be doin the same shit

[hischierschain]

HE IS INSANE.

#nico hischier #this is all i’ve been thinking about #i just can’t #like #i’m thinking so many thoughts #but i can’t articulate them #so i really get amanda when she like #stumbles over he words when he looks at her #cause i’d be doin the same shit

[farmerlarrry]

This Time It's Over | Joel Miller One Shot

Inspired by the song: This Time It’s Over by Crybaby

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab!reader | WC: 3.5k

Summary: You and Joel have another argument. When you try to leave, Joel stops you, making up for his faults the only way he can think of. However, is it really over this time?

A/N: If this is bad, just know this is my first attempt at writing smut (and, in general, my first one shot), so please be kind lol. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, just be nice about it!! ♡

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), no use of y/n, toxic relationship (mainly alluding to it, but there is some arguing in the beginning), post-outbreak, age gap (Joel is early 50’s/reader is early to mid 20’s but that’s not really mentioned so…), softdom!Joel, angry!Joel, soft!Joel makes an appearance too, praise kink, pet name (sweetheart), oral sex (male receiving), unprotected PiV sex, (kind of) fingering, light ass slapping, ass touching, encouraged begging, light hair pulling, nipple play/sucking (if I missed anything, I sincerely apologize, just let me know if I need to/should add anything)

“How many times have I asked you to put up the curtains?” You greet Joel with hostility as he enters through the front door. His face immediately goes sour. 

“Well, hello to you too,” His tone is dry. You turn away from the barren windows to face him; he’s setting down an assortment of flowers on the kitchen table, pulling out one of the chairs aggressively and taking a seat. “Got these for you, by the way.”

“Thanks,” You instantly shoot back sarcastically. “But I’d really like it if you would hang the fucking curtains up like I’ve been asking you for the past year and a half, Joel.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” His voice getting louder as he speaks. “I’m out there all fucking day doin’ patrol, ‘n when I get home all you do it bitch and complain about what I’m not doin’. I’ll get around to it.”

“I’ll get around to it,” You mock what he said and narrow your eyes at him, causing him to turn away from you, crossing his arms. “Maybe if you actually followed through with anything you’ve promised me, every fucking thing you said you’d get around to doing, I wouldn’t have to be on your ass all the time.” 

“If you want it done that fuckin’ bad, do it yo–” He snares at you, not finishing his sentence. Not that it matters because you know exactly what he was going to say.

You and Joel have always had a sort of on again, off again relationship. No matter how much the two of you tried, no matter how much you communicated, talked things through; there was always something that left the two of you clawing at each other’s necks. The real issue, though, is you’d always come back together again, things would be sweet and good for a month or two, and then it would all go to shit again, like clockwork. It’s happened time and time again, but there’s something about Joel that no one else could give you in Jackson. And because he keeps coming back to you as well, you assume it’s the same for him. 

Lately, things have become much more intense; the fights are louder, they last longer. You’re sick of it. This time it’s over. Really over.

All you can think to do at the moment is roll your eyes and scoff— loudly. He was right, you could do it yourself, but you were already committed to being annoyed over the fact he didn’t do it when you originally asked. The noise causes Joel to crank his head toward you. You can see the anger building up inside him, his neck becoming splotchy and red; something that only happens when he is seriously pissed off. Throwing down the tea towel you had been using to dry the dishes, you rush past the table, past Joel and head toward the front door. I’m not living like this anymore, you think to yourself, a tightness in your chest is quickly forming. 

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Joel slaps his hand against the table, sending a chill down your spine as your hand hovers the door knob. There’s a hitch in your breathing, before you slowly turn on your heel and face him. He’s never hit anything before in his fits of rage and him doing it now shocked you.

“I’m done, Joel,” Your voice sounds weak and you’re barely able to get your words out, a burning sensation starts to form in your throat. Joel rises from his chair, there’s a darkness in his eyes. He’s walking toward you slowly, like you’re some sort of prey, and you're unable to move; the only thing you can do is watch him as he gets closer and closer. He has a smirk on his face, not even attempting to hide it.

“You’re done?” He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, as he hovers over you. You cower under his touch, looking up at him with wide, doe-eyes. “You know that’s not true, sweetheart.” 

You pull yourself out of your daze and roll your eyes in annoyance, starting to turn away from him. Joel grabs you by your wrists, pushing your back up against the door. The intense smell of aftershave, cigarettes, and coffee fills your senses, your stomach begins to flutter, a fire burning deep inside of you.

“Let go of me,” You say softly, not convincing anyone that you truly want him to. Your eyes are stuck on his slightly parted lips, his bottom one still healing from the last run in he had with someone at The Tipsy Bison. He begins to grab at your ankle length dress, a smirk still plastered on his face, he begins to walk his fingers up your thigh and hiking up the bottom of the dress as quickly as he can. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath when your panties come into view, running his fingers along the hem where your thigh and womanhood meet. 

“I don’t think so,” He barely gets his words out before crashing his lip into yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth which you gladly welcome. You let out a small moan as Joel presses his growing bulge against your leg, and pulls your panties to the side, running his index finger over your pulsing clit. The sensation causes your hips to roll, pushing into his touch. As he pulls away, you grab onto his lip with your teeth, tugging on it. Joel moans, following up with a small, dark chuckle. Joel, you breathily let out, screwing your eyes shut as he teases your hole with two of his fingers.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” Joel grunts, pulling his hand out of your panties, knowing that he won’t be able to push through teasing you. He needs you right now.

Before you know it, he’s pulling you by your wrist over to the kitchen table— the one the two of you were arguing at only moments prior. But right now, none of that matters. The only thing that matters is what you want from Joel, and what he wants from you. He flattens his hand against the middle of your back, pushing you down and bending you over the table. Your chest slams against the surface, you let out a small, devilish giggle. ‘M sorry, Joel mutters, you can hear him struggling with his belt buckle, and then it hitting the wood flooring. Your pussy throbs at the thought of Joel fucking you. Without thinking, you grab the edges of the table, wrapping your fingers around the sides until your knuckles go white.

As he comes up behind you, you can feel the warmth of his presence on the back of your thighs, causing the hair to stand up on the back of your neck. You arch your back towards him, begging him to fill you up, to ease the aching feeling between your legs. Your breathing becomes shallow and an intense feeling of irritation comes over you. 

Joel suddenly runs his hand down your back, causing goosebumps to appear across your arms and legs, before lightly slapping your ass. Mhmm, he softly hums. As he comes closer, you can feel his manhood wiggling itself in the slit between your legs. As the tip brushes against your clit, you become impatient, cranking your neck back toward Joel. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this. 

“Joel—“ You practically cry out.

“Tell me sweetheart, tell me how bad you want me,” His voice is dark, but smooth. 

“So— so fucking bad, please,” You whimper, laying the side of your head down at the table, preparing yourself for when Joel decides to enter your dripping hole.

“You look so fucking good from this angle,” He moans quietly, more for himself than for you to hear.

He reaches between him and you with his hand, and you can feel him slowly drag his cock between your lips, positioning his tip ever so slightly at the entrance of your hole. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying to scoot yourself back toward him. 

“Please,” You practically shout out to him, and he returns a seductive laugh before slowly pushing himself deeper, and deeper inside you. You let out a loud moan as you feel your tight hole stretch around him; both pain and pleasure fills you, the feeling spreading down to your legs.

“Tell me how good I feel inside of you,” Joel grunts, gripping onto your hips, pressing his fingers into the dips of your hips, and slamming them back toward him. Your eyes roll back at the force, and you can feel your legs begin to go numb. When you don’t respond fast enough for him, he pushes himself into you more aggressively. “I said, tell me—“

You cut him off before he can complete his sentence. 

“So…fucking…good,” You pause, saying each would on each thrust. The table is moving underneath you, scraping against the flooring. Joel draws himself slowly out of you before thrusting back in, you can feel something warm begin to run down your legs. 

“Shit,” Joel says in a serious tone, pulling out of you without any warning. A feeling of emptiness overcomes you and you begin to whimper, cranking your neck back to him. You lock eyes with him, giving him pleading eyes, he glances back and forth between you and the window.

“Wha— what are you doing?” You can feel yourself dripping, pulsing at your undying desire for him to be back inside of you.

“Head on upstairs,” Joel says, grabbing his jeans off the floor and covering his lower half. You look over to the window, the family who lives next door is approaching from the side street. There’s no way they won’t see the two of you once they get closer. 

“I should’ve put those curtains up.” Joel sounds slightly embarrassed admitting that. You turn back to him about halfway up the steps, I told you so, you think to yourself, giving him a telling look. He just shakes his head, slapping your ass to get you moving. “C’mon, we got some business to finish.”

As soon as the two of you are in the main bedroom, Joel is already all over you again. The sun is now setting, casting a dim, warm glow over the bedroom. As he begins to tug at the straps of your dress, you start to thumb at the hem of his worn, faded blue t-shirt. The one you told him to throw out. Your subtle frustration at the realization he failed to listen to you again turns to lust and firmly plant your hands on his chest, forcibly pushing him back on the bed. Your aggressiveness comes to him as a surprise, turning him on even more at the same time. He’s now watching you with begging eyes as you slip the other strap over your arm, your dress falling into a messy pile on the floor. Joel runs his eyes all over you, his throat bobbing when the two of you lock eyes. You walk over to him slowly, positioning yourself between his legs. Joel runs his hands across your lower back, rubbing your ass and squeezing occasionally. 

You drop to your knees, still keeping intense eye contact with Joel. His eyes are wide and his breathing is slow. Sweat is beginning to form on his forehead and is clinging onto his chest hairs. You grab your hair with one of your hands, moving it to one side and then drop your eyes to his cock, the tip is swollen, begging to be touched. As you begin to rub your thumb over the dripping head, Joel lets out a guttural moan. A moan that clearly conveys finally. The sounds he’s making turns you on ever more than before, you can feel your breasts begin to swell. 

“Look at me,” You whisper to Joel who has his head tilted back, looking towards the ceiling. You bring your free hand up to the back of his head, lightly wrapping your fingers around his hair and pulling it upright. He hazily looks at you, his tongue poking out from between his swollen lips. “Watch me.”

You look up at him with wide eyes as you take just the head of his cock between your lips, sucking on it ever so slightly. You watch as his eyelids flutter, and his eyes roll back; you watch as he struggles to keep his eyes open to watch you. The warmth of his precum caresses your cold tongues as you begin to swirl it, feeling the liquid steadily come from the slit of his cock. 

“Do– fuck– take i–in more,” Joel begins to plead, bring one of his hands up to the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair, encouraging you to take in more of him by pushing the back of your head into him. You immediately obliged, slowly and messily bobbing your head, taking in more of him each time. When you can feel the tip reach the farthest point your body will allow it to go, you take your hand, pumping and twisting the remainder of his girth. “That’s i–it sweetheart, you know h– oh my fucking God– you know how to make me fe–el good. Keep going, you–re doing s–so good.”

He’s guiding your head, pushing and pulling at his desired pace. His cock is covered in your saliva, pooling around the base. When the muscles in his thighs begin to tense up, he pulls you off of him, more aggressively than intended. You fall back on your hands on the floor, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“Don’t think I’m not gonna pleasure you, do ya?” He says begin his heavy breaths, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Get up here.” 

Joel stands up, slightly pumping his cock and points at the bed. You oblige, bringing yourself up to your feet and centering yourself on the bed. Joel joins you without hesitation, positioning himself between your legs and hovering over you. He starts to nip at your neck, following down to collarbones, before taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and biting at it. A wave of pleasure shoots through your limbs, causing you to let out a moan. Joel snickers.

“You like that, huh?” His tone is dark. As he nips at it again, you can feel his cock hit against your clit, sending a whole new sensation through your body. He swirls his tongue around the bud, moving on down your stomach, planting small kisses along the way.

Getting impatient, once again, you reach between the two of you grabbing his cock and scooting your body down. Joel begins to thrust in your hand, his eyes rolling back. He lets small, soft moans escape past his lips, to which you respond with whimpers. You want him so damn bad. 

“Just– fuck me Joel,” You are finally able to get the words out. Joel nods in response, obviously over teasing you, and he spreads your legs wider. 

As soon as you feel the tip connect with your hole, you buckle your hips and wrap your legs around his torso. In harmony, Joel thrusts deep inside of you, the two of you let out a loud moan. The bed creaks as he draws in and out, you can feel the sheets starting to become damp with sweat and other bodily fluids. 

“Tell me you're done,” Joel suddenly says in a clear voice. “You’re done with me, with u–us.”

His request throws you off. His breathing becomes heavier as he starts to thrust faster and harder into you, your mind goes blank, the only thing you can focus on is how sexy Joel looks hovering over you and how fucking good it feels to be fucked by him. You don’t think anyone else would be able to make you feel this good.

“I– I’m– duh–” You try to get the words out but the building chaos in your stomach becomes overwhelming and nearly debilitating. You can feel your legs start to tense up, your toes becoming numb.

“You… can’t… even…say…it…,” Joel drags out between his heavy breaths. Sweat is running down his cheeks and chest, dropping in splotches on your stomach. 

“Joel, I– I can’t– I’m about to–” You screw your eyes shut as you twitch under Joel’s weight, for a moment all you can see are bright splotches of colors; the tension in your stomach coming to an explosive end. Joel slows his thrusting, but continues, riding you out of your orgasm. You have your hands grasped around his forearms, squeezing as tight as you can.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” He says in a soothing tone. You can feel yourself pulsing around him. “You’re so fucking good.” 

On his last thrust, he doesnt pull out right away, his breathing hitches and he lets out a moan of relief. You can feel his girth twitch inside of you, and your pussy responds with a few more pulses. As he pulls out, the warmth of him remains, running down your slit and pooling on the bed. Joel drops down next to you, half limp with his arm strewn across your chest.

–

“Where are you going?” Joel props himself up on the bed with one elbow, sweat glistening off his chest and forehead as the moonlight shines in through the open window.

“Home,” You respond, almost confused. Where else would you be going?

You see his face drop in return, slightly pouting his bottom lip. For a moment, you wait for him to say something, but when he doesn’t, you go back to wrangling with your mess of a dress; nearly falling over in the dark room when your foot doesn’t slide through the top opening with ease. 

In the corner of your eye, you see Joel slowly pull himself out of bed, slipping on his gray boxers without any struggle. The floorboards creak quietly as he makes his way across the room toward you. You let out a deep sigh, a sense of relief lingers as you exhale. As you pull the last strap over your shoulder and adjust the bust, Joel loosely wraps his still damp arms around you and you crumble under his touch. You can hear his heartbeat as you nuzzle your head against his chest. Strong and deep. You close your eyes. This is the last time, you think.

“It’s cold out,” His voice is quiet and hoarse. He has his arms fully wrapped around you, not letting you escape, even if you tried— even if you wanted to. A somber smile appears on your face and you tilt your head back to look up at him. He doesn’t return your gaze, staring out the window as the two of you begin to sway from side to side. “Just stay for the night.”

His voice is even smaller than it was before, the sound coming out like a breeze. Joel runs his hands smoothly along the sides of your arms, barely brushing past your hips, before letting his arms fall at his side. He deeply inhales, locking his intense eyes on you, anticipating for you to say something— anything— at this point. You know exactly what he wants to hear.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating your choices and their potential consequences. If I don’t leave now, it will just be a never ending cycle, you think, your breathing becoming slow and deep. As you’re thinking, Joel brings his hand up to the back of your neck, running his fingers along your hairline, then tracing your jawline with the tips. 

Even though you know what you should do— the right thing to do— Joel is your weakness. And you are his. That’s why breaking up has never worked in the past. The community is too small, and your relationship is too intense.

“Sweetheart,” His tone has a hint of anxiousness to it.

You give him a slight nod, a bit of hesitation behind the gesture. He grabs your hand, softly running his thumb over your knuckles, pulling you back toward the messy bed. You crawl from his designation side over to yours, laying on your side to face him. With your hand tucked under your head, cupping your ear, you watch him take a smooth draw at his whiskey, the muscles in his chest twitch as he moves his arm.

He slips into the bed, pulling the blanket over the two of you, and scooting closer to you. Your eyelashes are fluttering at him, your heart full; the infatuation that comes after an intense break up, you think, self-aware of what you’re feeling. A small part of you feels guilty. Joel is looking at you with hungry eyes, although a softness exudes from them. He leans in, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. 

“This time it’s over,” He says as he pulls away, brushing a few pieces of stray hair out of your face. You smile at him, following up with a bittersweet nod.

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[devildomwriter]

One Little Thing, A Ring Part IV | Mammon x Reader

1.1K Words | GN! Reader | CW: Angst

You came home late again that night from work and were surprised to find Mammon already asleep. The past few weeks you’d been working extra hard, Mammon had stayed up for you and offered you a rose he’d stolen from a bouquet somewhere in the house. But tonight he was sprawled out under the covers and his cheek was pink and puffy.

You inspected closely without waking him up and felt the skin had liquid beneath. Using your magic you identified the perpetrator and healed his wound, draining the last bit of magic you had in you for the day.

Not bothering to change out of your old clothes you lifted the blanket and fell asleep next to Mammon.

Mammon was practically comatose but he could sense your presence and his pained face grinned as he snuggled closer to you, head on your chest.

You smiled and held onto him as you drifted into sleep.

Mammon was sad the next day to see you’d left early again. He noticed your slippers by the bedside and began to wonder if you’d actually been there or if he’d dreamed it up.

He pulled out his D.D.D. to call you but you couldn’t answer and he gave up after a few tries and sighed.

He scratched his back and stretched, trying to wake up his body before being put back to work. Despite the cheer of the holiday season, Mammon stayed occupied only with work and didn’t enjoy it as he normally did. All he could focus on was money and this time it was for a good reason. All of this was for you.

Mammon’s brothers had all learned what was happening and dealt with it in their own ways. Lucifer’s way of dealing was to occasionally ensure Mammon had more work to do but he remained at the castle a majority of the day to make sure he wasn’t worked too hard.

His brothers began to randomly appear at the castle and soon after some kind of disaster would occur that they’d never be punished for.

Eventually, Mammon caught on and he wasn’t happy. He put up with a lot of shit from them over thousands of years but he wasn’t having it and called for an intervention.

They didn’t listen to him so Lucifer forced everyone to come together and hear him out. Mammon got a pardon from work so everyone could meet up at an acceptable time of the day.

“Okay, why’d you call us here?” Leviathan asked annoyed and focusing more on his D.D.D.

Mammon growled, “Dammit, you know why. All of ya do!” He pointed his fingers at his brothers.

Asmodeus gasped and placed his hand over his chest. “I’ve done nothing wrong, how could you accuse me!”

Mammon glared at him and Satan nudged Asmo to cool it with the theatrics.

Belphegor rolled his eyes at Mammon’s declaration. “What did you expect?” He hissed, in demon form.

Beelzebub put a hand on Belphegor’s shoulder trying to ease his anger but it was palpable.

“You guys know damn well why I’m working and you’re makin’ it harder what gives!”

Satan glared at Mammon now, “as Belphie said. What did you expect?”

Mammon clenched his fists and his demon form slipped out which surprised his brothers. Mammon didn’t often lose control like the rest of them, even when they beat on him, called his names, or won their money back, Mammon would stay calm. But not now, Mammon was beyond pissed.

Lucifer remained silent, he knew what Mammon was going to say and he knew that Mammon would be right too.

“Do ya realize that by gettin’ in my way, you’re really just gettin’ in ___’s way!”

They froze in silence.

“I get that you’re all mad they didn’t date you instead! I get that cause I’d feel the exact same way! Y’know how pissed I got all those times I thought they were dating one of you! Or when they kissed Lucifer that time he got amnesia!”

Lucifer chuckled and earned hateful glares from each brother.

“Anyways, I get it! But this isn’t about me, it’s about ___! And if you really care about them then you should want them to be happy and like it or not, they’re happy with me! And I’m tryin’ to give them a ring they deserve and I’m doin’ honest work! So quit comin’ into the castle and screwing everything up! It’s not cool and you know that!”

Everyone was silent for a while and Mammon finally tucked away his wings and sat on the couch facing his brothers.

Lucifer finally spoke with a small nod. “I know.” He relented. “You’re right. All of us are making things harder on you.”

“Hey! You don’t speak for me,” Belphegor snapped but Satan shook his head.

“Give it up Belphie. We’re too obvious.” Satan looked Mammon in the eye. “Fine. We’ll stay out of your way and we’ll do it for ___ not for you.”

Asmodeus nodded and Beelzebub looked at the ground.

“But know this,” Satan continued. “I’ll be waiting for the moment you slip up and when that happens I’ll be the one by their side.”

Leviathan set his D.D.D. down and glared, “That goes for me too.”

Everyone agreed and Mammon sighed. “Whatever, that’s not gonna happen so you’re all gonna have to suck it up for ___’s sake. You really think they want you guys trying to ruin their relationship the second you can?”

Satan turned red and Beelzebub blushed in some sense of shame. They wouldn’t admit to it but they still intended to romance you any chance they could get. Similarly to Diavolo, they were hoping that after hundreds or thousands of years with Mammon, polygamy might be on the table.

Mammon knew this and stayed wary of his brothers but took solace in the fact they wouldn’t dare upset you, so his relationship was safe as long as you were happy. That scared him at the same time.

The closer Christmas got the more he panicked. Was he really good enough? Could he really make you happy forever? He couldn’t even make up his mind on a ring because everything looked so damn perfect when you wore it and he couldn’t afford to get them all.

Mammon looked at the calendar one more time before collapsing into your bed, “the twenty-third already…” he sighed and covered his face.

He was so close to eternal happiness but at the same time feared letting you down. Mammon had nightmares that night until you shook him awake.

“Huh! What’s happening!” He shouted with a start, his cheeks stained with dried tears.

“Mammon…” you said in a gentle tone and wrapped your arms around him. “You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Part I • Part II • Part III • Part V

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[dixonsgirl93]

Just a Girl

(part 2 of this post by @the-dixon-effect GO READ IT FIRST. IT'S SO CUTE) A/N: If you loved her post and wanted a smutty continuation you're in the right place! Warnings: Smut

~~ As I descended the stairs to the laughter and cheers of the others, I felt my cheeks flush with delight. For once I felt pretty, sexy even and I wanted to soak up the attention like a sponge.

After all I was still a girl. At heart I still desired to feel feminine even if this was to be short-lived, it still mattered that I had the chance.

"Whatcha doin' playin' dress-up anyway?" Daryl drawled, quietly.

"Well, I'm just a girl."

Daryl smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Definitely not just a girl." He said, although it sounded like it was more to himself. “Can I have a minute alone with you?” He gripped my hand. I nodded and he starting guiding me away from the others.

He took me to what seemed like the furthest part of the cell block he could.

“Daryl, what’s going on?” My feet were already starting to hurt.

He turned to me and backed me against the wall, placing both hands either side of me, walling me in. My heart pounded. This, I was not expecting.

“Do you know what you’re doin’ to me wearin’ that?” He groaned.

I smirked, deciding to have a little fun with him. “Doing what?” I looked up at him through my lashes.

“Fuck.” He groaned again. “Y/N.” He sounded pained.

I leaned up off the wall, closing the small gap between us. “Daryl.” I purred, cupping his face in my hands. “Kiss me.” I whispered.

So he did. His lips crashed against mine, kissing me with a ferocity that knocked the breath from me. My back was pressed hard against the wall and I started to kick off my heels.

“Don’t.” He growled against my lips, breathless. “Keep ‘em on. Keep it all on.” Then his hands were on my hips, squeezing my ass, lifting my knee to his waist. He deepened the kiss, sliding his hand up and down my leg. The fact I hadn’t shaved my legs didn’t seem to phase him even a little and somehow that turned me on more.

His hand slid under my dress and over my ass, feeling as much of me as he could.

“I need to have you. Right now.” Daryl’s voice sounded desperate, whiny almost. How was a girl to argue with him?

His fingers slipped past my underwear inside me, the wetness he was causing was audible in the confined cell. He gave a shuddery moan against my neck as his fingers explored my vulva.

“I’m all yours, Daryl. Always have been.” I gasped into his hair. He pulled his fingers away and looked down into my eyes.

He undid his belt and slid his trousers off, releasing his erection. I lifted my leg higher and he was in me in seconds. We both gasped at the suddenness of the feeling.

He picked my other leg up with ease and started fucking me mercilessly against the wall, my heeled feet clutched around his waist, not wanting to let go of him.

Our breaths became faster and moans louder. We were too caught up in the heat of the moment to care.

“If I’d known…this was gonna happen…I’d have looked for a dress…sooner.” I said, breathless.

“You didn’t need no damn dress for this.” He grunted as he pumped into me, pressing me hard against the wall, he slid a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me passionately, messily, toothily but it was the hottest damn kiss of my life.

“Shit.” I gasped, clinging to Daryl as I felt the tightening of my core.

“You gonna cum?” He grunted, thrusting into me harder than ever and my orgasm came crashing through, my body vibrating with it. I hugged Daryl’s neck and curled my toes. He never slowed his pace, not until he was cumming too, throbbing inside me. He growled with each burst.

We came down from our highs, clinging to each other and breathing hard. Still we stayed in the same spot for some time.

“I’ll have to wear this again.” I smiled into Daryl’s hair.

“Never take it off.” He grunted against my chest, but I could feel the smile.

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[voxxy1950]

Eww another ask ewwieeee

So i read about your likeeee platonic relationship thingies and I’m wondering if this is related, or something completely different

So I’ve had this friend for almost the whole school year. She’s my best friend and I hang out with her as much as I can. I started to feel things such as wanting to hold her hand or to be close to her and things like that and she when she gives me compliments I get butterflies. She also wore a really awesome button up today and when she started to walk over to me with it on I didn’t want her to see the weird goofy smile face I was making so I turned around. She looked so pretty,,,

But that’s besides the point, I feel like I do like her but sometimes I’m kinda like no she’s just a friend. I also sometimes am like kissing her would be awesome and some days I’m like no that’s weird but I still wanna be close to her.

Idk if this is like some kinda weird just like I like her as a friend but not kinda thing or I’ve heard some things about being aroflux which seems a bit fitting but I’m not sure cause I’m like today I would totally kiss her if u could and some days I’m like I ain’t doin that shit or sometimes I’m like I’d hug her and be close but no kissing

Idk you seem like you would know this stuff,,

There's a few possibilities here! The words I'm thinking of when you describe your situation are aroflux, and queerplatonic, alterous, and physical attraction.

Do you think you might be confused or in denial about what you want to do or be with her, or do you think it actually fluctuates? If it's the first, give yourself sometimes to think and experience what you're feeling with her, if it's the latter it could be that you are aroflux.

How would you describe your attraction? Personally, it's difficult for me to tell so I get if it would be confusing for you too. A lot of the time it seems that if you have more difficulty telling whether it's romantic or not it's usually due to being aromantic in some way.

Platonic attraction, obviously, is when you want to be friends with someone, or really enjoy being friends with someone. You might want to be close friends, but not to the extent of queerplatonic attraction.

Physical attraction is merely the desire for physical closeness like cuddling and nonsexual touching with the person one is experiencing attraction towards. There doesn't even have to be any romantic or platonic attraction, but they can co-occur. The thought process for physical attraction goes something like "I really want to cuddle with that person" or "they look like someone I'd want to cuddle", and such.

With queerplatonic attraction, think of it as all the commitment and closeness that comes with a romantic relationship, but without any romantic attraction. Some people in QPRs (queerplatonic relationships) might even marry their QPP or indulge in physical affection with them.

Alterous attraction is something that feels . . . in-between romantic and platonic. I think that might be the case for you. It's not necessarily romantic all the time, it's not necessarily platonic all the time. Alternatively, alterous attraction could be when you feel like you want to be in a platonic and a romantic relationship with someone at the same time!

Romantic attraction is something I don't really have much experience with, but I do have two boyfriends. Being aromantic, romantic attraction is very confusing and irregular for me. Personally, I'll think of typical romantic relationships and the actual label of a romantic relationship and go "Hm, that actually seems like something I'd like with this person." I'm still not sure how exactly to differentiate it from queerplatonic, since I've only had romantic crushes once or twice and most of my significant attraction is queerplatonic. You can try asking alloromantics what romantic attraction is like to them, though!

I hope this helps you!

[mephinomaly]

[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 10

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Kaoru: So to sum up, everything’s Sakuma-san’s fault.

Rei: Eh~? Yupyup, everything’s lil’ ol’ me’s fault~♪

Rei: My attitude was so bad!?

Koga: Even now I get fooled by the old man shit you do, but your manners 'n attitude are still bad sometimes.

Puttin’ yer feet up on desks, takin’ life easy.

Rei: Ritsu also does that. Isn’t that nice, brothers having the same habits ♪ We’re such good friends ♪ Doesn’t that make for a heartwarming story?

Koga: True. Ricchii sometimes kicks me ‘n goes ‘move out the way’.

Rei: I suppose since we are rather high ranking amongst our relatives, there is no-one to scold us for such rude behaviour.

Koga: Hmph. You're way too soft on him. You’re suppose t’be his older brother yet you can’t even tell him off.

Adonis: Shh. There’s something that seems interesting is about to happen.

Kaoru: After that Deadmanz live the other day, Sakuma-san fled overseas without even saying a word to anyone—

Rei: When work calls. I’d rather focus on doin’ stuff overseas.

Kaoru: That’s all good and all but you left all your devotees here and they started acting out.

Keito: Devotees?

Koga: W-What you lookin’ at me for?

Kaoru: Ahaha. At the live, Sakuma-san brought all of his delinquent friends with him.

Rei: Ah right. Well, that’s just how things go. So, what’s the problem?

Kaoru: The problem is, there seems to have been a bit of a misunderstanding.

They all think they're friends with superstar Sakuma Rei who’s recognised globally.

Rei: Uhuh–

Kaoru: And those who got too invested in the whole thing started calling themselves ‘vampires’. They keep ordering food and leaving without paying, and generally being nuisances.

Saying things like “We’re the disciples of Sakuma Rei, we’re so cool! Let’s not hold back!”

I just wanna know– are you making them do all of this, Sakuma-san?

The ones that call themselves ‘vampires’ say “if you’ve got a complaint, tell it to our boss Sakuma Rei!”

Rei: Are you stupid? What do I gain by makin’ them do shit like that? They’re just morons who’ve got the wrong idea ‘n are doin’ whatever they want.

They’re attention whores tryna ride on my coattails…Haa, this whole thing is weirder than I thought it was.

Kaoru: I thought as much. Those guys are just like vampires; they gather other delinquents and introduce them into the group. It’s pretty obvious.

Based on the size and their vibes, they’re like those groups of hooligans who all wore the same colours.[1]

If people are eating without paying, and hanging around the front of the store acting violently, it’s bad for business. We’re already going through a recession, we don’t need anything else adding to it.

I get it. It’s the whole “it’s your own responsibility” thing, right?

You cause them all to do this, so you should be the one to do something about it, right? Just to be safe, I’ve spoken to some nearby shops and prepared a reward.

By the way. I’m the one telling you this because we go to the same school, but I’d like to think other people around this place agree with me.

Of course, if push comes to shove, I’ll call the police. A lot of the parents of kids that go to Yumenosaki are influential people—

–so I don’t know if the police will actually do anything.

I’d prefer it if you guys could sort it out for me.

Could you ‘exterminate’ those ‘vampires’ for me? ♪

Rei: Ahaha. Might jus’ be a coincidence, but I never thought I’d be out here actin’ like Van Helsing.

Keito: If anything, you’re more like Count Dracula.

Rei: …Welp, I get what you mean. I thought that's how it would go down so I’ve been a bit proactive.

Look. Poor thing, to be left alone like this, but here's the guy behind it all.

Adonis: ...

Keito: That doesn’t make sense. What do you mean it was Otogari?

Rei: This guy’s the boss of the ‘vampires’.

To make a Count Draculua reference, you use a wooden stake to the heart to stop him movin’, ‘n cut his head off t’kill ‘im.

And it’ll be this guy’s head we’ll be cuttin’.

So basically, if we deal with him, everythin’ will be right as rain. Simple, ain’t it ♪

Adonis: ...

[ ☆ ]

he says カラーギャング or ‘color gang’, which were groups of hoodlums whose members all wear clothes in the same colour. Its associated with Ikebukuro in the late 1990s

Chapter 9

Chapter 11

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #kaoru hakaze #koga oogami #rei sakuma #adonis otogari #keito hasumi #undead climax #biohazard

[vergilberg]

i'm not in yakuza mode right now, which is unfortunate bc i love Happier Than Ever'verse! so have some fuckin . snippets or something 😭 im literally only capable of writing dialogue for this AU

[id: Haruka — “I buried you! I buried you, and I thought you were dead, and for the longest time I thought you were never going to come back and right when I started accepting that, you did. I just — I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you leave and come back like it’s nothing, because it is something - to us, to me. You’re here but, to me, your feet are still in the grave. And you — you won’t let us pull you out of it.” /end id]

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[id: 1969 is not the year of the tiger, but it is the year that Shintaro Kazama meets Futoshi Shimano /end id]

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[id:

“It’ll be less if we leave now and if the police aren’t looking!” Sohei laughs, “you know how I drive.”

What was it Sohei used to say? He drives like how he fucks: hard and fast? Ugh. Shintaro was going to die.

/end id]

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[id: If Kazama, Nishiki, and Yumi are dead, then Kiryu is a ghost - lingering too long around their graves, in the early morning mist and the light smoke from the burning incense. In a more literal sense, it’d be easy to mistake Kiryu for some kind of spirit, with his longer, greying hair, and tired eyes - not to mention the fact that, legally, he is supposed to be dead. /end id]

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[id:

Shimano — “Look at this place. What the hell are you doing Kazama?”

Kazama — “You won’t — you won’t understand anything even if I told you.”

Shimano — “Really? Try me. Explain.”

Kazama — “An orphanage —“

Shimano — “Yeah, I know—“

Kazma — “For - for the children of … of those I’d killed. I … figured I’d save them. Give them a chance at life, and, you know, I could try to be—“

Shimano — “Try to be what? A good person?”

Kazama — “I … yes. Yes. To be a good person.”

Shimano — “Hah. That’s fucking funny. You think just … taking them in is gonna erase the fact that ya killed their parents in the first place? Ya think you can just…. atone fer yer sins by helpin’ the people ya hurt?”

Kazama – “What did you want me to do?! Abandon them?! Leave them to the wolves?! Is that what you wanted from me?!”

Shimano – “Nah… that’s not it. What I wanted was fer ya to own up to your shit, Shintaro. Ya think yer doin’ good, do ya? Ya think yer a good person, doin’ all o’ this?! Well, yer wrong.”

Kazama – “At least I’m better than you are. You probably would’ve killed them too.”

Shimano – “Nah, this isn’t about me. Now – are ya? Are ya really better than me? At least I have the fuckin’ balls to own up to the horrible shit I’ve done fer the clan. You – yer tryin’ to be noble to cover up the fact that yer a goddamn murderer. Bein’ noble doesn’t mean shit if ya ain’t got anything to back it up, and ya sure as hell don’t. Not with how ya keep yer hits all hush-hush nowadays.”

Kazama – “What are you trying to say then? That you’re the good person between us? That you’re noble? Don’t make me laugh. You – you revel in the blood, the violence, the death that we live in. You’re a fucking monster.”

Shimano – “Yeah? Well, yer not a good person either, Shintaro. I dunno how ya got it into yer head that ya were, but yer fuckin not. Yer a yakuza – we are yakuza – but yer hands…. they’re bloodier than most. How many people have ya killed? And how many o’ those kids of yer’s aren’t gonna know their parents ‘cause of you? Some o’ them? All o’ them? There ain’t a difference - not in the world we live in. Spilt blood is spilt blood, all th’ same. Ya have the damn gall – the nerve – to say I’m a monster? I have some fuckin’ news for you then. Yer a monster too, and I ain’t gonna let ya forget it.”

/end id]

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[id:

Majima — “What’s worse, d’you think?”

Saejima — “Hm?”

Majima — “What’s worse? Th’ fact that he keeps leaving or… the fact he keeps coming back?”

Saejima — “Hm. Yer accent’s slippin’.”

Majima — “My — for god’s sakes, just answer the damn question.”

Saejima — “Sometimes people jus’ come an’ go like that, Majima.”

Majima — “And him? You call that just ‘coming and going?’”

/end id]

#yakuza #rgg #yakuza fanfiction #haruka sawamura #shintaro kazama #futoshi shimano #kiryu kazuma #goro majima #taiga saejima #kazuma kiryu #majima goro #saejima taiga #shimano futoshi #kazama shintaro #happier than ever verse #v writes things #KNOWING HOW TO CHARACTERIZE PEOPLE? WHAT'S THAT? (starts screaming and crying)

[taelonsamada]

I posted 4,359 times in 2022

That's 3,858 more posts than 2021!

3,282 posts created (75%)

1,077 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,147 of my posts in 2022

#redacted asmr - 348 posts

#redacted darlin - 253 posts

#redacted sam - 216 posts

#dollscircus - 153 posts

#my writing - 127 posts

#redacted david - 124 posts

#redacted asher - 113 posts

#redacted milo - 83 posts

#myart - 79 posts

#fallseidol - 73 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#there are people who i suspect i know will lose their mind over certain fics and literally hold my breath waiting to see what they say

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

WAIT WHAT?!

9 VIDEOS!?

IT’S EVEN BETTER THAN I WAS EXPECTING!!

👀

Geordi?? ASHER?! SAM?!? MAYBE? PLEASE?!

182 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#4

So I’ve downed almost a litre of water after that, and I’m having FEELINGS about Sam’s newest audio!!! Putting it under a cut cause spoilers, nsfw talk and cause I’m gonna ramble

First off, the fact that Darlin was sitting waiting on his porch for him was so fucking cute but also heartbreaking at the same time. That they wanted to talk to him badly enough to sit and wait on his porch for an hour, but didn’t want to bother him by letting him know. That they would just wait there for as long as it took.

And then hearing him mutter while he dug around and gave them a key was just… 😭

This also explains why Sam didn’t get an Aftershock. He stuffed it all down. There wasn’t anything to show from him because he wasn’t ready to show it yet. Also, fuck yes, reclaiming his love of driving, not letting Alexis take that from him.

I cried so many times listening to him recount what he went through. Especially the part about David. But listening to him lament and spiral, grinding on how he could have done this, how this could have happened if he’d still been that… the PAIN in his voice, his struggles not to burst into tears on the spot. I knew I was going to need to hydrate for this video, but I didn’t think I’d need to from crying so hard.

Also, how dare you, Sam Collins, claim you’re not a poet, after giving the single most beautiful confession I’ve ever heard. I know this wasn’t technically his confession video, that he already did, but he dropped The L Word this time around, and in such a beautiful, devastatingly sweet way… just… FUCK…

But oh man, when I heard that man say he was ready, all the air left my lungs, I just… 🥵

I nearly died when he stopped and assured Darlin about their body ❤️ to have something the fandom largely headcanoned be made official was SUCH a giddy moment for me X3 and he did such a wonderful job of it too ♥️ and that he stopped IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DEED to give us ANOTHER heartbreakingly sweet confession about how important Darlin is to him, and how much this meant??

But tHE SPICY LEVEL OF THIS??? HOLY SHIT????

MR SAM COLLINS, THAT WAS QUITE A BIT OF GROWLING AND SNARLING YOU DID, SIR.

Yet even with how… INTENSE he got, he still constantly asked and sought out those enthusiastic YES’s every time, and this is why we love him 😊

BUT BY THE FATES SIR, SOME OF THE LINES YOU WERE DROPPING???

“Pitch those hips of yours up a bit” 👀💦

“You wanna ride your cowb - Oh, you little - Get over here.” 😈

“I oughta whoop your ass for that one you menace… But I suppose there’s better things to be doin’ with that work of art you got back here.” SIR!!

“You fittin’ to bounce on this cock?” 🥵

“You gonna be good for me? Cause I plan to be very good to you” @////@

But then he wanted to just stay there and hold them after and I just… I just… 😭 ❤️ ✨

I just… I gotta go… drink some more water… and lay down for a bit… and cry

244 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#3

So… hey @sealriously-sealrious … I just wanna talk… about how I’ve barely been up an hour and I’m already dehydrated… cause of the SPICY LEVEL OF HUXLEY CONTENT YOU KEEP DISHING OUT ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Seriously guys, go read their latest Huxley fic… be sure to bring a glass of water though, it’s most definitely STEAMY… Couldn’t resist a quick doodle of some of the imagery that stuck with me most ❤️‍🔥

258 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#2

No words, just Tattooed Huxley

274 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay, so I may have fibbed a bit about this not being ready for a while… I just had so much fun, I couldn’t help it! Too bad Davey’s not having as much fun ^^;; go read about the trouble Darlin’ puts him through here in @dominimoonbeam ‘s wonderful story

Yes, I will put the Redacted boys in jeans as much as I can. I still stubbornly hold to the fact that a pair of well fitted jeans are sexy as hell 😈

And yes, Angel totally got him that necklace as a joke, but he stubbornly wears it every day ♥️

Okay, now to get to work on those commissions LOL

416 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Not surprised at all that the exasperated davey art is my most popular post lol

[notmuchtoconceal]

( o ) goodimpressionofmyself

nah, we’re not together or anythin like that, he’s just a friend, bro. he’s a butcher, and a damn good one. get all my meat from him now, it’s quality shit. you should see him with a knife when he gets to choppin, bro, it’s downright mesmerizin. i could watch him for hours, just lay back and watch the steak, the liver, whatever he’s got fall apart into nice even cuts, listenin to the knife hit the block

he hung me up, bro. yeah. yeah. in the freezer, with all the other meat. there were chains around my wrists, slung around this hook on the ceilin. nah, none a that leatherface shit, bro, he cares about me. cares about my safety. i know he seems a lil weird, but he’s a nice guy. smart, too. real good with words. sorta relaxes me when he starts talkin, you know? but yeah, the chains were in my mouth, too, and over my eyes. i was sittin there in the dark, for six hours, shiverin my ass off, tastin the cold steel. every once in awhile, he’d come in with a pot a hot water, throw it on me to sorta shock my nerves and laugh

nah, wasn’t boilin or nuthin, more like a hot shower that’s a lil too hot. it’s nice at first. warm. then it gets to dryin. my nips were rock fuckin hard, bro. i could hear the steam pourin off me, like it was sizzlin. like a wooshy kinda sizzlin, like a gas stove, you know? then it got colder. colder than it was before. so, you know, naturally to keep me warm, he’d need to keep doin it, but, ya see, this’s where it gets tricky, cause eventually, you know, he wouldn’t do it as much. he’d start slippin a straw in through the chains in my mouth, tellin me to suck. at first, i thought, hey this is great, i mean, i hadn’t had a drink in what seemed like hours. then he kept doin it. kept makin me drink. after awhile, you know, i had to take a piss real fuckin bad, and it was so fuckin cold, i’d almost be dancin there, chained up while he watched me flex, listenin to me beg and moan all helpless, cause i was, haha

well, that pan a hot water. he set it down between my legs. empty, a course, he hadn’t gotten more in awhile, haha. aw, bro. you can see where this’s goin, right? yeah. yeah, i see the gears startin to turn in your head, bro. this whole time the only thing i’m wearin’s my jock, same one i wore here, i just came from practice, and i’m so turned on, i’m beadin through the mesh with pre, like bro. the whole pouch was soaked. i could feel it dribblin down my leg, felt like i had puddin on my dick, it was gettin so thick from the cold. anyway, you know, i guess i felt pretty stupid for thinkin my strap was wet before–thighs too, come to think of it–and that empty pan, it didn’t stay empty too long after that, haha. least it was nice and warm, bro. you know, fresh from the tap, haha. hey, you think that’s bad, you remember that chain i was tellin you i was hangin by? well, get this. it had a winch and lever. couple more repetitions a this, the straw and the pot, i’m about three feet off the ground, still blind, still cold, and i’m swingin back and forth, tryin to hold it in, cause i’m thinkin ‘fuck, i miss this, what’s gonna happen? he gonna let me freeze?‘ 

haha, dude, i know it sounds sick. it sounds real fuckin sick, but he always hoses me down afterwards. meat’s gotta get clean, he says. dunno what to say, bro, i like spendin time with him. i like bein meat. i like how he fondles and punches me, just wails on me for hours while i bite down on my bit like an animal. and he’s nice to me. wraps me up in a towel afterward. massages me. talks to me. tells me i did a real good job bein just a piece a meat. he makes me feel good about it, like not just how he talks to me, but how he looks at me and touches me. then he sucks my dick and lets me suck his, haha. i can’t wait to go back there, bro. i like to hang around. sorta like bein the meat’s my natural state a bein. like i was put on this earth to get tenderized, packaged up and sold. like any animal magnetism i got’s a mistake a birth and i shoulda just been born an inanimate hunk a protein

yeah, not a lot a people get it, bro. i guess it is pretty weird when you say it out loud. not a lotta people listen to me this long, either

ya know, what’s real weird is how many people around here are into eatin brain. yeah, actual brain. pig, sheep, cows, people eat that stuff. my new bro gets orders for it all the time, and i don’t think any a his customers are zombies, haha. yeah, almost every night, bro. takes the brain, the whole brain, wrapped up in like this skin, and he peels it off. haha, i sorta like it, bro. it’s squishy, it’s interestin, and the way he touches it, well you ever hear the sound it makes when a guy kneads his fingers in meat? it’s real peaceful, bro, like the sound you’d used to get goin through styroafoam packin peanuts, really takes me back, bro. feels real good. and right before he cuts the brain, he tells me to picture all the thoughts that woulda been in it, really picture the thoughts, of what it musta been like to be a bull, or a horse, or whatever, and it’s just sooo relaxin bro, you wouldn’t believe it. it’s sorta like i’m in the brain, like the brain’s my thoughts, and when he brings the cleaver down, it all goes away

hey, you free tonight, bro? gets sorta lonely bein a piece a meat, i could always use some company. nother big guy to help me reinforce what i am. lookin at ya right now, wouldn’t be outta place in the freezer yourself. whaddya say, bro? wanna join me? how bout we two slabs a meat start hangin around together?

#football only football #you love wearing a jockstrap #throw em a bone #gear gear gear #good meathead

[dyllpiccle]

Tell us about the blorbos from your mind! Wich one is your favorite? The one you had the longest? Favorite design??

ALRIGHTLY LETS KNOCK THESE OUT IN ORDER TEEHEE

Long post sorry <3

1. Favorite blorbo:

I can’t answer this I’ll feel bad. But I will tell you who I’m currently obsessed with who is my little scrimble insane scientist Mr Julian Romero. I made him for my friends superhero rp and basically he created a chemical that absolutely changed the world and made it so everyone can have superpowers at will but his lab partner and gay boyfriend??? Kinda. STOLE it from him and took the credit.

So he became evil and now he seeks to tear everything down and also is super fucked up and bioshock style DIYs his superpowers at will here he is. Hiiiiii Julian.

Blorbo I’ve had the longest:

Alright this ones a little complicated cause I am not CERTAIN. Like it depends how we’re defining this. Cause longest consistent use? I’d say my dnd oc Ferrer since I’ve been consistently using him for like 4 years now, but like I guess longest that I’ve had NOW without dropping it would be Amar because I literally just revived him to use him in the above mentioned rp.

So I made Amar in like 9th grade as a little plot of goofy teenage superhero’s, but I since have done a nitty gritty reboot of him for adult reasons so uhh tw for drug use/addiction mostly.

SO BASICALLY amars story is he was raised in an orphanage, which was fine, but got sucked into a bad crowd in the punk scene and eventually got heavily dependent on like. Heavy substance use. Uh one night after a party he got himself a cab to go crash in his little ‘house’ (he’s homeless but he had a Spot so he was headed there), and the cab got absolutely t-boned BAD by a truck. Unbeknownst to him some superhuman chemicals got into his stuff earlier and he basically died in the crash except he Can’t Die so he’s in this weird dead not dead space. He didn’t realize this was the case until he was getting the shit kicked out of him in a dive bar bathroom. I love him he’s so funny and lovely. His only superpower is that he Can’t Die other than that he has normal guy abilities and hits bad guys with pipes. He’s doin a little better since then if ur worried he may be dead but he’s clean mostly and living in a group home type dealio.

If you wanna hear more about him I have his backstory written in more detail on a doc but this will suffice for this ask, here is is <<3

Favorite design blorbo:

Ok so I kinda covered this when going over the other ask with favorite blorbo and why questions but I’ll dive more into WHY I like his design. I present once again Mr Harysin!

So this guys gonna get highlighted cause I have put so much work and effort into the way I dress this man.

The main features of his outfits that I nailed down straight away is a very high waisted look, very tight and movable, but stylish. I mostly based it off matador silhouettes and you can see I was playing with like ceremonial militaristic dress like with those pauldron sketches? Anyways shape, places of flare and hang and angles is super important and has always been super important for this guy. With his outfit iterations it always keeps the same staple things like skin showing in the same place, but gets sharper and rounded or darker depending on where he is In his arc. Over time he’s been leaning further into a red and black palette and his angles have been gettin sharper to reflect the way his character is progressing rn (poorly but also? Kinda good for him), and I also absolutely fucked around with the symbolism in his gloves which I could and have written an essay on but I feel like it’s too much to analyze here. But I will just take this opportunity to say that the amount of intention I put in this guys design?? Is crazy and insane and you should look at it cause I’m very proud <3 also he’s sexy.

Anyways I love answering ur guys asks you can literally ask me anything anytime <3

#dyllpiccle #artists on tumblr #art #myart #originalart #original character #dnd #wingham #dyllpiccle speaks

[earnestlyegos]

I'm back again>:) and dw I love sending these (plus our yancy loves adding in his own history as hc)

I'll start with a few small yancy ones

-he's somewhere on the asexual spectrum:)

-he self taught himself all the instruments he knows

-he gets emotionally attached to fictional characters very easily (this is just our yancy and less of a hc lol)

-theatre kid theatre kid theatre kid

And some engineer hcs:)

-he has a slight stutter, particularly around new people

-he has a habit of throwing his tools up and catching them as he walks around (idk how else to explain it sorry)

-he NEEDS to be using his hands at all times so most of his clothes have holes in them from his picking at them

These are all really short but yeah:)

-🗡

here uh, lemme do these in order so it’s easier for youse!! ‘n for me—

Yancy

-i’s honestly dunno where i am on the spectrum! i could see me bein apart of the asexual spectrum, especially after bein in prison f’ so long, but i’s havent had the chance t’ really think bout it!!

-i’s personally dunno how to play ANY instrument, but i could imagine i’s would be self taught cause, well, im stubborn, and i’s wanna figure shit out m’ own way—

-honestly yeah, a bit!! though i’s dont do much uh.. fandom searchin, i guess?? i’s more like to watch cartoons ‘n stuff, back from when i wassa kid.. but i did get pretty attached t’ them i ‘spose!!

-i am absolutely a theatre kid. i was in theatre before i’s got sent to prison!! i loved it, i’s still do, i love listenin ‘n boppin out t’ musicals n stuff, its just so damn fun!! i’s always wanted t’ act n alla that, be a big star, like th’ guys on tv!! but uh, i dont think anyones lookin for a convict..

head engie

-yeah id probably say so!! its the lightest stutter really, considerin he dont interact much wit’ other people other than th’ captain— he also stutters a bit when he gets angry, cause yknow, hes a bit of an emotional guy sometimes-

-he ABSOLUTELY loves throwin his tools and catchin em! he thinks he looks cool, plus, its just fun— i’d probably do th’ same-

-and also yeah!! except t’ the clothes thing! he and i, especially eric, usually always need to have our hands doin SOMETHING! Engie more with his entire self, is he aint rushin around doin work, he gets real antsy and suuuuper annoyin- meanwhile i’s dont mind loungin around n doin nothin! again i just like playin catch wit’ myself, can entertain me for hours.. and eric’s got his little cloth thingy!! always pickin at it n’ stuff causa his anxiety, its real sweet-

anyhow thank youse f’ all the asks!! we’s really appreciate it, its always fun talkin t’ youse!

#yancy #markiplier #head engineer #eric derekson

[swolewhale]

Day 1 - The Actual Beginning

Here I go doin the thing. Today was pretty much the same as usual with me. Stayed in most of the day playing Skyrim (downloading a fuck ton of mods and not actually playing). Only time I went out was in the morning for this volunteer thing. Don’t have a life or any friends near me so thought it’d be a good idea to do something that would get me out of the house.

I know that just doing the same shit over and over again isn’t gonna change anything, but it’s not like I can really do anything to change that. I don’t have enough money to just spend on random shit to go have fun by myself, especially when I don’t even know what I enjoy. Hell I don’t even have enough money to buy canned food confidently.

The only thing that I can think would actually make a difference is getting adhd meds, but that requires taking a stupid fucking test that cost 200 dollars for it to tell them the same fucking answer of I HAVE ADHD.

Anyways, that’s not happening anytime soon. My mom said that she’s got enough money to cover the cost in a medical account or something, but I ain’t doing that. I have no idea how much money she has and I ain’t gonna take any more from her. Hell I’m sure insurance could cover it but I’m also sure that they wouldn’t cover even 75% due to bullshit of thresholds or something.

I’m sure the bastards can see my recent history for medical shit. Being in a hospital due to horrible mental health (which wasn’t even as bad as it is now), heavy meds for depression and anxiety that have only been increasing more and more. Surely at some point someone would go “hey this person could die if they don’t get this one thing paid for” but that implies that people work at insurance companies. They only have pathetic excuses for people there.

Anyways, I said I do this to focus on the positives so I guess it’s time for that:

Volunteered at a cat shelter: It was only my second day doing so, but the fact that I even showed up the first day or bothered getting out of bed is something (ignoring the fact that it’s mainly because I’d be too bored being only in bed). Made friends with a couple of wobblers. A lot of the others are a bit more timid of me, but it was just my second day so.

I took a shower: I know, bare minimum, but hey we’re talking about positives. I was gonna do it before the volunteer shift, but then I realized that it would be worthless doing so since I was only going to smell terrible afterwards anyways. Said I was gonna do it after it, and actually fucking did it (the madman). Usually the “I’ll do it later” is actually never for me, so it took me an hour or 2 to do so, but hey, took the shower.

Brushed my teeth: I know, bar- wait I’ve already said that. I’m tying to get into the habit of brushing my teeth after probably over a decade of barely even doing so. Just broke the routine one day and it was all downhill from there. Never had a cavity or any problems with my teeth though, so... Anyways, gotta brush my teeth after I post this, but once a day is better than once a year.

I was going to add “ate food”, but realized that it’s more of a “I couldn’t stop myself from eating a single can of corn” since I don’t have the money to buy more food. Trying to make the shit I do have last a few more weeks, but it fucking sucks. I hate being so fucking hungry all the time. Thanks inflation, capitalism, depression, anxiety, and all the other mental illnesses that I have that may or may not be undiscovered cause that’d just be my luck.

That’s all for the positives so now I guess it’s time for the daily question because it’s my account and I’ll do what I want. Anyways,

What fictional place would you most like to go to?

I lighthearted medieval fantasy world.

Fantasy because it’s my favorite genre. I can imagine that I’m anywhere but here.

Medieval cause DnD, skyrim, and some anime as well make me more interested in that type of magical filled world. I’m sure it could work in a modern setting but I’m more used to the medieval time period having magic.

Lighthearted cause then I wouldn’t have this account and be making these post. Due to the laws of the universe for this world, everyone would be on the more positive side for pretty much everything. I know, unrealistic, but it’s fantasy for a reason.

I’m sure it was more of a location thing, but I don’t really have many that come to mind immediately. After a bit of looking around and seeing my options, either the Comet Observatory from Mario Galaxy or the world of pokemon.

Comet Observatory: Mario Galaxy was one of the first games that I played when I was younger that actually really interested me. It’s one of my favorites, if not my favorite game. The game is very nostalgic for me since it was in a time where I was so ignorant to the world around me. Hell, after many many years of not even hearing music from it, the Comet Observatory theme appeared in a daily mix and I actually cried because of it, so yeah, I hold the game near and dear. I do still have a wii and the game, but the nun-chuck is fucked so I can’t play it right now at least. All that, plus the fact that Rosalina was my first video game crush and that hasn’t gone away at all. Shy quite types get me right in my weak spot of being an absolute sucker for cuteness.

Pokemon: Black 2 was my first pokemon game and still my favorite. I don’t know if there’s a single pokemon that I actually hare or even dislike. I already love animals as is and then you make them pokemon and I wonder where the sign up list has been my entire life. It’s fucking pokemon. Also maybe fucking pokemon. I know the lore, plus you can’t tell me there wasn’t a single mf in that world that hasn’t clapped some gardi cheecks.

Anyways, that’s all I can remember and be bothered to mention today so I’ll end it here. Hopefully tomorrow will bring me blessings (free food).

[femme-enby]

Vent, but also if even one person bothers to read this, feel free to lemme know if and how I’m wrong because I am mad confused and frustrated.

I loooove working a job where I’m expected to work two different jobs, get windburn, drown in the condensation of my nose, work in an area that isn’t suited for me no matter what they say and unable to move to a better suited area, get put into a second position that also is not meant for me and causing the previously mentioned issues…

and be threatened with being banned from the seasonal job I actually do well in (both as an employee and in regards to mental and physical health) if I quit.

Truly a job that embodies the “holiday spirit” that they keep talking about, and toooootally values their employees.

All sarcasm.

I hate it. I hate the lack of even basic human respect from my own management, the manipulation especially since they’re putting a lot of the people who definitely prefer the other seasonal option into the more strenuous and stressful positions because they know the threat will work on plenty of them, the hypocrisy…

The fact that I’d take last seasons absolutely RABID guests over this, considering they made me heavily reconsider applying for this last season, is incredibly telling.

I wouldn’t suggest this to anyone, which is exactly where companies fuck up.

When they don’t ensure that their employees at least feel like they’re given an inch, just some basic human respect, then they lose returning employees and people communicate- whether you rehire them or not.

I keep hearing about people who have already quit. They ain’t gotta be here for me to hear it, and why they did.

At least one person is TRYING to get ahold of HR… although that is a whole debacle on it’s own, which raises more issues. It should not be hard to talk to HR. While HR at my previous job left plenty to be desired, at the very least we were ENCOURAGED to simply walk into HR if we needed to, AND be on the clock to do so- even would have us clock in early if need be.

HR shouldn’t be a whole fight to talk to, it shouldn’t be a fight at all for some basic human decency to begin with!

It’s insanity, and it will bite them in the ass. Sooner rather than later at this point, because ain’t anyone happy about the current situation, and it would likely take a lot to fix it, especially if they stick to their guns this whole season.

What’s that sayin? A lack of preparation on your part, doesn’t constitute and emergency on mine? Yeah. Just because they’re struggling to find people, doesn’t mean they should be doin this shit. Have less of whatever is necessary for the betterment of the employees, as that will result in better quality for the guests.

Idk about y’all, but I’d rather see a 3 float parade with all the safety people in place, avoiding running over someone, than a 10 float parade with bare minimum safety people and someone getting hurt because those who are working the parade are NOT comfortable.

Seriously… either I’m focused on safety or I’m trying to “fix my face” because I know a lot of the time my “smile” just looks like o_o and if I use teeth it just looks like I’m baring my teeth. Add in trying to be in character, emotionally prepping myself to perform, and still trying to scan and keep pace and be prepared?

Got me working a potentially (literally!) sticky position with sensory issues, and no easy way to clean my hands within the area? Got people stressed already bc they struggle with dyslexia or simply struggled in English literature classes in school in a position that is apparently focused on reading and writing? Not letting those people relocate or even just switch with someone else, which would ensure the same amount of people working? Approving then revoking approval of a stage name and giving someone a name that can be perceived as a reference to their weight?

Like, yeah I’m fuckin weird, but I know I ain’t wrong about at least SOME of these things being fucked up.

#ryan rambles #seriously if even one person bothers to read this lemme know if I’m just crazy

[prometheusinitiative]

Tracy Quinn || Interview

The moment Tracy opens the case and the message plays, he panicks.

“Uh, oh. Erm, fuck– it speaks. Shit, it’s recordin’ too. One minute–” A moment of Tracy’s face too close to the camera, then darkening as the lens hits the front of his sweater. All the while, there’s loud rustling and clanking noises, empty cans and crisp packets being tossed out of the way before Tracy sets up the case, smiling sheepishly. They reach, fiddling with the top of the case so the lighting doesn’t look too dingy inside of their van. “There we go… what did ya say? Oh, it’s askin’ questions now, piss–” 

“What draws you towards working with Ascentsy? What can we offer you? What can you offer us?”

Running a hand through his hair, then quickly patting it down over his forehead, Tracy replies, “The world’s a funny place, especially after everythin’ that’s happened… Just thought I’d try n’ be more helpful than what I am now, basically?” “I’m good at fixin’ things, findin’ things, makin’ things look nice,” he says confidently, chest swelling just a bit. “No problem is too much trouble, I’ll always give it a good go. I might not ‘ave the smarts, but I got the street smarts, yanno? A different perspective.” He then clears his throat, looking away from the camera, “And I mean… what ya offerin’ ain’t anythin’ to be laughed at. If I can secure a good future for me mum and meself, then. If ya keep your promise… I’m all yours.” Tracy’s brown eyes meet the camera, sincere and determined.

“Do you consider yourself more of an independent worker, or a team player?”

He blinks, then leans forward on the steering wheel, tilting his head to the side. “Both? I guess? Ya gotta be in my line o’ work. Lots o’ heavy liftin’ n’ stuff that ya can’t always burden the weight o’ yourself. But ya also gotta be efficient, be able to crack on w’ the tack at hand if ya know what you’re doin’. Depends on the situation, basically.” 

They quickly hold up a finger, “There’s one thing I can’t work w’out, though.” Tracy smiles, “A decent cuppa.”

“Where do you see yourself a month in the future? A year? A decade?”

Tracy chuckles under his breath, then gives a playful shrug. “Doin’ the same thing I’m doin’ now. Helpin’ folks fix their plumbin’ or redoin’ their garden or screwin’ in a new set o’ lightbulbs fo’ ol’ Betty down the street. Don’t see myself leavin’ my crew, either.”

“A paranatural disaster strikes the building– the first things you notice are how the lights cut out and the air grows thin. What’s the first thing you do? Anything you’d prioritize?”

“Well, lights? I got a torch–” and he whips it out from his toolbelt with a cool spin. “But the air growin’ thin is uh, concernin’, putting it lightly.” Tracy scratches their chin. “Gotta get the power back on, probably, to fix that. I’d go find the generator n’ go give it a good kick.” Then he hums, “Could always break open some windows too, this buildin’ has windows, right? Anyway, whatever the state the place is in, I’ll figure out how to fix it. That’s me job.” He grins brightly.

“Tell us about a time you experienced failure, and what you learned from that moment.”

Tracy barks out with a laugh, then shakes his head. “Oh, where to begin… Probably cuttin’ the wrong wire n’ takin’ down the whole street’s internet. There isn’t a simple ‘turn it off n’ on again’ fix for that.” He laughs again, a gloved hand scratching his cheek shyly, “Guess I learned to take better notice o’ what’s around me before I just go diggin’. Take care… especially if ya not sure what ya doin’. Yeah. That.” He nods. 

“Thank you for your response. Please return this case by the same means it was delivered to you. We of course have already covered the cost of delivery. Should you be chosen for the program, you will be hearing from us soon.”

“Oh, is that it? Not gonna ask ‘bout the gap in my CV or anythin’? Cause’ I did ‘ave a very good reason for it–” The screen turns black, Tracy staring blankly before a heavy sigh leaves them, “…I better not ‘ave fucked it. Bye, then.” And with that, he closes the case and shifts it to the passenger seat and drives off to his next job.

#submission #interview #prologue #tracy

[blackvelvetmuffin]

Wicked - Snipplet

I’m working on my old Gorillaz fic for the first time in a couple of years. I’ve had a lot of shit happen on my side of the world and had to shelve a lot of creative juice as a consequence. I’ve written a lot of dialogue and snipplets mostly w Murdoc and my OC, Lee. Mostly to get their early dynamic right. 

Since I’ve putting out the first chapter in Murdoc’s POV, I wanted to give out a taste of what my OC, Lee, is like. Dialogue might show up in the fic or not, it depends on how the story runs.

To the explain the context, Lee and Murdoc formed a band after a few frequent meetings and with slight reluctance on Lee’s part seeing being part of a band being a good idea due to her set of circumstances which will be revealed further in the story. They moved to Birmingham to get a bigger spotlight and managed to get more band members due to Lee’s influence mostly. It also highlights to see a character dealing with and tossing back Murdoc’s usual shit in a band set-up and come out of it with a winning smile...half the time.

Lee’s from the US but I wanted express her locality and her accent to give her significant character and make her memorable compared to the OCs I’ve seen that reads like the same voice no matter the appearance or race stated in writing. 

Random tidbit:

Lee’s a singer with a wide vocal range going as powerful and high as a Etta James/Whitney Houston/Madonna vibe whose usual musical vocal flow is Hollywood musical/Motown going as delicate as Judy Garland’s/Marilyn Monroe.

Major musical influences come from Motown/Hollywood which later on evolve into the pop/rock n’roll/heavy metal ballads that were booming back in the 80s.

Expert on guitar. Started with the fiddle as a child but moved on to the electric guitar as a teen, only using the fiddle occasionally. 

Okay tidbit’s getting longer than usual and spoiling. 

Anyway....

May 1985

M: This is my band, sweetpea. As long as I’m the brains, there is no “we.” I supply the lyrics, I supply the notes, and most importantly, I give the direction. I’m the only one you’re ever gonna meet in your life that’s actually gonna put that voice and guitar skills to good use.

L: Hun, it’s one thing to be an asshole but it’s another to be acting like you’re God’s gift to fuckin’ humanity.

M: More like Satan’s donation and if I’m forced to wallow with fools like you then consider my presence a blessing.

L: More like a bag of jizzed-on rags covered in ball sweat if the smell is enough to go on.

M: You, by far, have the most foulest mouth I’ve ever heard on a bird.

L: And you are, by far, the most nastiest smellin’ bro this nose has evah’ sniffed. Not gonna get far with the big shots, let alone the ladies, if the smell of ya puts homeless people runnin’. Learn to master the arts of “the Bath” and “Dental brushing”, you must, grasshopper!

M: It’s young grasshopper to you, you tart!

L: Not from what I see, Pepe Le Pew!

M: Bitch!

L: Bastard!

M: Slag!

L: Dickhead!

M: Twat!

L: Assface!

M: Paste-face!

L: Troll!

M: Fat-Ass!

L: Raisin-Balls!

M: Tiny-tits!

L: Baby dick!

M: Is that all you got?

L: I got a million of ‘em, boss man, but I’d rather save ‘em when it counts.

M: Uh huh, keep thinkin’ that tripe, luv. *lights a cigs* Anyway, to get back to my point, I lead and do the business side while you follow, sing my lyrics and play my notes and as long as you keep your fat mouth shut offstage, we’ll be signed and on the fast track to stardom.

L: *takes his cig straight out of his mouth and stomps on it with her boot* I’m gonna give yah a few pointahs, gremlin, and you bettah listen good. I’ll sing and play your shit but yah bettah treat me like the lady I am and not some cheap whore. For what I’m doin’ fah you, yah better show me some respect cause I’m no one’s puppet. Ya think I got a mouth on me? Honey, you’re just scratchin’ the surface on wat I’m capable of. Whether you like it or not, we’re partners cause it’s obvious that ya can’t do this without me. If I wasn’t singin’ and playin’ fah ya, yah’d still be runnin’ through bands and players like toilet paper. I’m the best singer-guitarist you’re gonna meet in ya life that isn’t strung-out, drunk off their ass 24/7, playin’ make-believe to get laid or all of the above. I damn well know my worth and can survive and make it in music without your ass but the bigger question is…if ya can make it if I decide to check out of this little arrangement of ours?

M: *growls*

L: But since I’ve decided I’m gonna be stayin’ in the band, I only got a couple o’ conditions to keep me long-term. You lay off the Overlord bullshit and you’ll get less hits to that fragile nose o’ yours. Also, you take a real bath and brush that maw…everyday. Just so you’ll able to get laid and quit tailin’ the ass of what’s gonna be your ‘bread and butter’ possibly for life.

M: *enraged roar* You unbelievable cunt!

L: *gives a bright grin with a chipper voice* You're welcome, hun! Now let’s go make us some tunes after you’re done nursin’ that fat ego o’ yours.

#Wicked #Lenora Wardwell #Gorillaz #murdoc niccals #Phase 0 #80s murdoc

[rubylane]

*   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐁𝐘  𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀  𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐎  .      lyric starters from sour, change pronouns as needed.

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 .

❛   i  want  it  to  be ,  like ,  messy .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  insecure .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  caught  up  in  the  news  of  who  likes  me  and  who  hates  you .  ❜ ❛   they’d  all  be  so  disappointed .  ❜ ❛   where’s  my  fucking  teenage  dream ?  ❜ ❛   i  don't  stick  up  for  myself .  ❜ ❛   i'm  anxious  and  nothing  can  help .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  people  liked  me  more .  ❜ ❛   all  i  did  was  try  my  best .  ❜ ❛   this  the  kind  of  thanks  i  get ?  ❜ ❛   i  wish  i  could  disappear .  ❜ ❛   god ,  it's  brutal  out  here .  ❜ ❛   i  feel  like  no  one  wants  me .  ❜ ❛   i  only  have  two  real  friends .  ❜

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 .

❛   i  played  dumb  but  i  always  knew .  ❜ ❛   i  kept  quiet  so  i  could  keep  you .  ❜ ❛   ain’t  it  funny  how  you  said  you  were  friends ?  ❜ ❛   you  betrayed  me .  ❜ ❛   i  know  that  you'll  never  feel  sorry .  ❜ ❛   loved  you  at  your  worst  but  that  didn't  matter .  ❜ ❛   but  you’re  still  a  traitor .  ❜ ❛   there’s  no  damn  way  that  you  could  fall  in  love  with  somebody  that  quickly .  ❜ ❛   and  you  told  me  i  was  paranoid .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  that  you  had  thought  this  through  before  i  went  and  fell  in  love  with  you .  ❜

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 .

❛   i  got  my  driver's  license  last  week .  ❜ ❛   she's  everything  i'm  insecure  about .  ❜ ❛   how  could  i  ever  love  someone  else ?  ❜ ❛   i  know  we  weren’t  perfect  but  i’ve  never  felt  this  way  for  no  one .  ❜ ❛   i  just  can’t  imagine  how  you  could  be  so  okay  now  that  i’m  gone .  ❜ ❛   all  my  friends  are  tired  of  hearing  how  much  i  miss  you .  ❜ ❛   i  kinda  feel  sorry  for  them .  ❜ ❛   they'll  never  know  you  the  way  that  i  do .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you  didn't  mean  what  you  wrote  in  that  song  about  me .  ❜ ❛   i  still  see  your  face  in  the  white  cars .  ❜ ❛   can't  drive  past  the  places  we  used  to  go  to .  ❜ ❛   i  still  fuckin’  love  you .  ❜ ❛   i  still  hear  your  voice  in  the  traffic .  ❜ ❛   you  said  forever .  ❜ ❛   now  i  drive  alone  past  your  street .  ❜

𝟏 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟑 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 .

❛   i  called  you  on  the  phone  today .  ❜ ❛   all  i  did  was  speak  normally .  ❜ ❛   somehow  i  still  struck  a  nerve .  ❜ ❛   you  got  me  fucked  up  in  the  head .  ❜ ❛   never  doubted  myself  so  much .  ❜ ❛   like  am  i  pretty ?  ❜ ❛   i  hate  that  i  give  you  power  over  that  kinda  stuff .  ❜ ❛   it's  always  one  step  forward  and  three  steps  back .  ❜ ❛   i’m  the  love  of  your  life  until  i  make  you  mad .  ❜ ❛   do  you  love  me ,  want  me ,  hate  me ?  ❜ ❛   no,  i  don't  understand .  ❜ ❛   maybe  in  some  masochistic  way  i  kind  of  find  it  all  exciting .  ❜ ❛   which  lover  will  i  get  today ?  ❜ ❛   will  you  walk  me  to  the  door  or  send  me  home  crying ?  ❜ ❛   did  i  say  something  wrong ?  ❜ ❛   did  i  do  something  wrong ?  ❜ ❛   maybe  this  is  all  your  fault  instead .  ❜ ❛   i'd  leave  you,  but  the  rollercoaster's  all  i've  ever  had .  ❜

𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 .

❛   i  bet  she’s  braggin’  to  all  her  friends .  ❜ ❛   so  when  you  gonna  tell  her  that  we  did  that ,  too ?  ❜ ❛   she  thinks  it's  special,  but  it's  all  reused .  ❜ ❛   do  you  call  her ,  almost  say  my  name ?  ❜ ❛   that  was  our  place .  ❜ ❛   i  found  it  first .  ❜ ❛   do  you  get  déjà  vu ?  ❜ ❛   let’s  be  honest ,  we  kinda  do  sound  the  same .  ❜ ❛   i  hate  to  think  that  i  was  just  your  type .  ❜ ❛   that  was  the  show  we  talked  about .  ❜ ❛   don’t  act  like  we  didn’t  do  that  shit ,  too .  ❜ ❛   a  different  girl  now,  but  there's  nothing  new .  ❜

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝟒 𝐮 .

❛   well ,  good  for  you .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you  moved  on  really  easily .  ❜ ❛   remember  when  you  said  that  you  wanted  to  give  me  the  world ?  ❜ ❛   you  look  happy  and  healthy .  ❜ ❛   not  me ,  if  you  ever  cared  to  ask .  ❜ ❛   you’re  doin’  great  out  there  without  me .  ❜ ❛   god ,  i  wish  that  i  could  do  that .  ❜ ❛   i’ve  lost  my  mind .  ❜ ❛   i’ve  spent  the  night  cryin’  on  the  floor  of  my  bathroom .  ❜ ❛   you’re  so  unaffected .  ❜ ❛   i  really  don't  get  it .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you’re  gettin’  everything  you  want .  ❜ ❛   it's  like  we  never  even  happened .  ❜ ❛   what  the  fuck  is  up  with  that ?  ❜ ❛   it's  like  you  never  even  met  me .  ❜ ❛   remember  when  you  swore  to  god  i  was  the  only  person  who  ever  got  you ?  ❜ ❛   you  will  never  have  to  hurt  the  way  you  know  that  i  do .  ❜ ❛   maybe  i'm  too  emotional .  ❜ ❛   your  apathy’s  like  a  wound  in  salt .  ❜ ❛   maybe  you  never  cared  at  all .  ❜

𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 .

❛   ‘cause  i  thought  you'd  like  me  more .  ❜ ❛   tried  so  hard  to  be  everything  that  you liked .  ❜ ❛   stupid ,  emotional ,  obsessive  little  me .  ❜ ❛   i  knew  from  the  start  this  is  exactly  how  you’d  leave .  ❜ ❛   the  nеxt  second,  you  were  gone .  ❜ ❛   you  left  me  there  crying .  ❜ ❛   you  always  say  i'm  never  satisfied .  ❜ ❛   but  i  don't  think  that's  true .  ❜ ❛   all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  for  you .  ❜ ❛   maybe  i’m  just  not  as  interesting .  ❜ ❛   you  couldn't  have  cared  less  about  someone  who  loved  you  more .  ❜ ❛   i’d  say  you  broke  my  heart .  ❜ ❛   but  you  broke  much  more  than  that .  ❜ ❛   now  i  don't  want  your  sympathy .  ❜ ❛   i  just  want  myself  back .  ❜ ❛   don’t  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  be  used  and  discarded ?  ❜ ❛   don’t  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  think  i  deserve  nothing ?  ❜ ❛   don't  tell  me  you're  sorry .  ❜ ❛   feel  sorry  for  yourself .  ❜ ❛   someday  i'll  be  everything  to  somebody  else .  ❜ ❛   you'll  be  the  one  who's  crying .  ❜ ❛   i  don't  think  anything  could  ever  be  enough  for  you .  ❜

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 .

❛   i  thought  my  heart  was  detached .  ❜ ❛   does  she  mean  you  forgot  about  me ?  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you're  happy  but  not  like  how  you  were  with  me .  ❜ ❛   i’m  selfish,  i  know  .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you’re  happy .  ❜ ❛   but  don’t  be  happier .  ❜ ❛   an  eternal  love  bullshit  you  know  you’ll  never  mean .  ❜ ❛   now  i’m  pickin’  her  apart .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  you  all  the  best ,  really .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you’re  happy,  but  don't  be  happier .  ❜

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 .

❛   i  kinda  wanna  throw  my  phone  across  the  room .  ❜ ❛   wish  i  didn't  care .  ❜ ❛   i  know  their  beauty’s  not  my  lack .  ❜ ❛   It  feels  like  that  weight  is  on  my  back .  ❜ ❛   i  can't  let  it  go .  ❜ ❛   comparison  is  killing  me  slowly .  ❜ ❛   i  think  i  think  too  much .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  sick  of  myself .  ❜ ❛   i’d  rather  be  anyone  else .  ❜ ❛   my  jealousy  started  following  me .  ❜ ❛   i  see  everyone  getting  all  the  things  i  want .  ❜ ❛   i’m  happy  for  them,  but  then  again,  i’m  not .  ❜ ❛   i  can't  stand  it .  ❜ ❛   oh  god ,  i  sound  crazy .  ❜ ❛   their  win  is  not  my  loss .  ❜ ❛   i  can’t  help  getting  caught  up  in  it  all .  ❜ ❛   all  your  friends  are  so  cool .  ❜ ❛   yeah,  you're  living  the  life .  ❜ ❛   i  wanna  be  you  so  bad .  ❜ ❛   i  don't  even  know  you .  ❜ ❛   all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be .  ❜

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 .

❛   know  that  i  loved  you  so  bad .  ❜ ❛   i  let  you  treat  me  like  that .  ❜ ❛   i  was  your  willing  accomplice .  ❜ ❛   i  watched  as  you  fled  the  scene .  ❜ ❛   the  things  i  did  just  so  i  could  call  you  mine .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime .  ❜ ❛   you  used  me  as  an  alibi .  ❜ ❛   i  crossed  my  heart  as  you  crossed  the  line .  ❜ ❛   i  defended  you  to  all  my  friends .  ❜ ❛   you  know  that  i'd  do  it  all  again .  ❜ ❛   it’s  bittersweet  to  think  about  the  damage  that  we’d  do .  ❜ ❛   i  was  doin’  it  with  you .  ❜ ❛   i  say  that  i  hate  you  with  a  smile  on  my  face .  ❜ ❛   look  what  we  became .  ❜

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐤 .

❛   somehow  we  fell  out  of  touch .  ❜ ❛   hope  he  took  his  bad  deal  and  made  a  royal  flush .  ❜ ❛   don’t  know  if  i’ll  see  you  again  someday .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  that  you're  okay .  ❜ ❛   we  don't  talk  much .  ❜ ❛   i  just  gotta  say  i  miss  you .  ❜ ❛   address  the  letters  to  the  holes  in  my  butterfly  wings .  ❜ ❛   nothing’s  forever .  ❜ ❛   nothing’s  as  good  as  it  seems .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you  know  how  proud  i  am  you  were  created .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  that  you're  happier  today .  ❜

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